Day 43 ~ memories to sort

This morning, I dropped Rachael off at softball practice at 8:00 a.m. and then I headed up to mom's house to meet my brother to start the inevitable job of clearing out the house of the most valuable things. Value is relative, of course. Looking around, I saw so many things that reminded me of the life my parents shared in this house. The history of the place is typical rural PA. My great-grandfather built this two-story farm house in the late 18oos. My grandfather was their only child; he married and continued to live and farm there; when my mother married, my dad moved in with his new wife and his in-laws, and when my brother and I were born, it became a house of three generations living in relatively calm co-existance. As you can imagine, the collected clutter of 150 years has accumulated and we must now decide what to keep and what to sell and what to throw away.